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Thursday, August 2, 2012

Unexpected 2: The Saga Continues

“So, I was telling the nurse . . .” I pause in mid sentence as both the doctor and I stare at my very pregnant belly. Whatever is coming from that cool hear-the-baby thingy is NOT normal. It sounds like a horse galloping over a cliff. A three legged horse that keeps stumbling, missing a beat.

The doctor swishes over to the other side. No better. This heartbeat is just off.

“Yeeeaaaah, I’m sending you over to the hospital right now.” The doctor informs me. “AND, at 38 1/2 weeks, I don’t see a reason to not just keep you there. I think we just need to do this c-section today.”

Oh FLIP! my brain starts going off in a million directions. This IS NOT what I was planning on today!

First, I have to wait for my friend to finish her appointment. She’s due just 3 weeks after me, but because of a medical reason can’t drive, so we do our appointments together.

And my sister, who has been my emergency backup, is in Utah for two weeks with her whole family.

And my next door neighbor, who is my secondary backup, is in Idaho for the next two weeks visiting family.

And the wonderful woman who is watching my kids right now . . .I don’t have her phone number in my cell, so I just hope that it’s listed in the phone book.

And my Hubby is off flying somewhere and not scheduled to get home until Friday.

Just a couple of things going on here!

I find the wonderful woman’s phone number and let her know what’s going on. Then I call my in-laws and ask if they can manage the 2.5 hour drive tonight to pick up the kids from her house. And then I try to call my Hubby. (no answer).

I dash back home, throw my toothbrush and retainer into my hospital bag. I tear around the house grabbing socks and pants and blankets for the kids to have at Grandma and Grandpa's. I pull out the kids car seats so they can drive safely. And then I speed the 30 minute drive to the hospital.

I find my way to Labor and Delivery. They hook me up and ask 6 million questions.

AND . . . everything looks normal. But I’m just not quite comfortable. And I start having contractions. Now, normally, I’ve been having one really good contraction a day, and a handful of “oh maybe that was one” along side it. But in the 60 minutes I’m hooked up to that machine, I have 7 good contractions. Not regular, not hard enough to say I’m in labor, but I just don’t normally have that many contractions.

I get 5 calls from my can’t-drive friend, 3 from the wonderful woman, 4 from my in-laws, and one from someone else from my church.

And I still can’t get ahold of Hubby.

Two marvelous men from my church come to give me a blessing. The one brings his wife so I have someone to stay with me.

And still Hubby’s phone is turned off. (LAND THE FREAKIN PLANE ALREADY I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!!!)

The nurse calls my doctor. Because everything is looking so great, and I can’t get ahold of my hubby, he decides to send me home. BUT because things were just so off in the office, he really doesn't want to wait until my scheduled date of Aug 6 (which is two days AFTER my due date). But he’ll talk to me later.

AND I’m still having contractions. What?!?!?! I really don’t get that!

I start to drive to get my kids. And FINALLY I get through to my Hubby! They’re holding the plane for him to get back to Chicago, so he can then fly back to our place hopefully by tonight. Even though we aren’t doing the surgery tonight, I’m grateful he’ll be there soon.

It’s now 6:00. I’m STARVING. And I figure my kids will be too. So I stop by Little Caesar's and grab two pizzas – now Hubby will have something to eat if I got back to the hospital.

I get to the wonderful woman’s house. Someone has ordered pizza delivered to her house so she can feed my kids. (aww, aren’t people great!). So we sit and eat that pizza, and I save mine for Hubby. Just as we finish eating, the In-Laws call: “Hi, we’re here. We figured the kids would be hungry, want to meet us at McDonalds and we’ll get you all some food?” Aww, food is so nice even if you don’t need it.

We drive home. I now have time to actually FOLD all those clothes I threw into that bag for the kids so you can actually zip it shut! 30 minutes later I’ve kissed them goodbye on their way back with the In-Laws.

Doctor now calls. We both agree, while everything looks fine, we just don’t feel right about waiting. Hubby has requested (since he’s now not flying the rest of his scheduled trip) that we do this ether Thursday or Friday. Sounds good to the doctor, so he calls the hospital to schedule the surgery. 5 minutes later, I have an 11:30 slot scheduled for Thursday, July 26.

Which means, as I type this, that I have just over 12 hours until I need to be at the hospital. Let’s see what else this kid can throw at me! If my water breaks at 2 am, that will be the final CRAZY straw!

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Well, my water did NOT break. I did however have the hardest contractions I’ve ever experienced when not being induced! All night long, 3-10 minutes apart. Not regular enough to actually do anything, but hard enough to continually wake me up. I was so happy when morning came and we could go to the hospital!

The surgery went great. And at 11:42 am on July 26, 2012, we got to meet this little guy!

50 lbs in 6 months

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